“Oh my!” said the florist, as I rummaged about in my handbag for my wallet. “Would you look at that rhumbaba!”
“Rhum-what?” said her assistant, placing my carefully-selected-wedding-card in an envelope.
“Rhubarb?” said I, swinging said vegetation around precariously in my hunt.
“Oh. Of course! Rhubarb!” said she, carefully moving objects out of my path. “For some reason I always call it rhumbaba. Like the dance. I’ll have to get some on the way home.”
It was a rainy weekend.
I really, almost desperately, wanted it to be sunny. To be able to sit in speckled light on the grass. To while a Sunday afternoon away on a soccer pitch. To take photos of beautiful people wearing beautiful outfits and eating beautiful food in the park. Soaking up the Vitamin D.
D for daylight. And dresses. And dancing.
I’m not very good at cooking for two.
I’ve tried, believe me, I’ve tried – but I always end up with either one and a half serves (leaving someone rather hungry), or enough to feed a family of six. Football players. While they’re in their carb & protein loading stage. Meaning I have enough food left over to feed me (a non-football playing carbo & protein loading person) for a week.
So I’ve decided to learn. …continue reading C4T: mostly-vegetarian soup
“New Years Resolutions:
1. Exercise more (gotta keep the effects of cake at bay somehow)
2. Eat more healthily (ditto.)
3. Learn to cook like my mother.”
I stared at the list in front of me, half-wondering if I should succumb to reality and toss it out before I was forced to admit defeat, or if I should give it a go. Just this time. Just this year.
“So, what’s your signature dish then?” It’s a question you get asked a lot as a foodblogger. That, and “What’s your favourite restaurant?” And, being the jack-of-all-trades / master-of-none that I am, I invariably find myself stumped. Even the question “What’s your favourite cuisine?” is a difficult one for me. Is it the warm, fragrant, gritty homeliness I love about Malaysian cuisine? The clean, subtle, exquisite nature of Japanese? The gutsy, vibrant, unapologetic food of the Italians? I really don’t know. But I have had to make my mind up and pick. A signature dish, that is (I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to pick an answer to the other two). And I think I’m ok with my choice.
